His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 88

NATHAN

THE FILE AND BREAKING THE WALL

“And what do you intend to do with that information?” De Santos scoffs, his voice dripping with condescension.

“I believe my mate is somehow connected to that pack,” I reply steadily, “and Kizziah is already there.”

The elder’s expression shifts, surprise flickering across his face. “Alpha Kizziah?”

I nod, knowing the next question is coming and that I can’t afford to lie.

“How do you know this?” he asks, his eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting prey. “Did you have anything to do with the news of an attack on his pack?”

I sit down, crossing my legs to show him I wasn’t intimidated. “I wouldn’t call it an attack...”

“Alpha Nathan Hunt!” he growls, his patience fraying.

“…I only went there to see if my mate had returned or if he had anything to do with her disappearance.”

“It still doesn’t give you the right to attack them,” he counters, his voice rising. “Especially when the alpha isn’t around to defend his pack.”

Like I care. Kizziah being there wouldn’t have changed the outcome. He wouldn’t have defeated me and my men. I stared at De Santos, unblinking, until he broke the silence.

“You have broken laws with what you just did…”

“And I’ll break more if I don’t get the answers I want!” I growl back, leaning forward, my fists pressing into the armrests of the chair. “Kizziah is the only one who knows how he got my mate into his pack. His own mate confirmed it.”

De Santos’ brows furrow deeply, confusion clouding his face. He looks like a man wrestling with too many thoughts, each one tugging him in a different direction. He rubs his temples, turning away to pace.

“This is… This is so confusing,” he mutters, half to himself, half to the air. “How did he get her?”

Taking a deep breath, I recount what Kizziah’s mate had told me, watching the elder carefully. Noticing his expression change—his lips tighten, his eyes darken, and he begins muttering to himself, his hands clenching and unclenching.

“What is it?” I ask, unable to mask the urgency in my voice.

“Did she tell you who the woman was? The one who gave your mate to Kizziah?” he demands, his eyes flickering with both relief and anxiety.

“No,” I reply, my frustration mounting. “Why is she important?”

“Because if he did, he can identify her,” De Santos sighs, sinking heavily into his chair. “Alpha Nathan, I...”

“You know where my mate is from, don’t you?” I press, my eyes narrowing. “Is she from that pack?”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know, Alpha,” he cautiouns.

I feel my patience snap like a brittle twig. “Enough of the riddles, De Santos. Tell me everything.”

“Everything?” he echoes with a bitter laugh. “It’s not my story to tell.”

I can feel the rage simmering beneath my skin. “I’m done with your riddles. Just tell me who the hell this king is!”

His gaze sharpens, and his voice drops to a whisper. “He is the Werewolf King. Our king.”

“We don’t have a king,” I shoot back, my mind suddenly recalling Tyler’s words from the day before.

“Only the older generation knows about him. Young wolves like you wouldn’t have heard of him,” De Santos replies, pulling a brown folder from his desk drawer. “Here,” he says, tossing it onto the table. “You have two minutes before I take it back.”

I glance between him and the folder, frowning. “What—”

“Your time starts now. If I were you, I’d start reading fast,” he cuts in sharply. “I took that out of the secret safe because of the favor you did for my pack. The alarm will go off in the next ten minutes if that folder isn’t back in its place.”

I grab the folder and open it, my heart pounding with anticipation and dread.

MALACHAI

Through the window of my study, I watch my children play in the field beyond. A wide smile stretching across my face, a rare expression in recent years. Sunlight spills over them like liquid gold, casting long shadows that danced with their movements. Midriel darts through the wildflowers, his laughter echoing in the open air, while Amerie chases after him, her eyes bright and full of life. Just like they used to be, before she was taken from us.

Memories wash over me like a flood. I can see it clearly—Rakiel and I lying on the grass, watching our pups play. Amerie always wanted a butterfly, always pestering Midriel to help her catch one. He would grumble, claiming his powers weren’t developed enough, and she would whine and stomp her little foot until he gave in and caught her a grasshopper or promised her something even better.

Her voice back then was high and sweet, like a melody that could lift even the darkest of moods. I’d give anything to hear her call out “Daddy” with that childish glee again, her arms outstretched, running toward me.

Sometimes she’d sit with me in my office, pretending to work while I handled pack business. She’d inevitably fall asleep, snuggled into my lap, snoring softly.

I cherished those moments—the way she’d chatter on about her day at school, every detail more important than the last. Any alpha might have found these things trivial, but to me, they were everything to me.

I never stopped looking for her when she disappeared. I searched every corner of the world, both human and wolf, but it was like she had vanished off the face of the earth. Only the faint hum of our father-daughter bond kept me from believing she was truly gone. Even when the bond weakened over the years, I held onto it like a lifeline.

Then, one day, I felt it—her power rippling through the air like a beacon. I remember the moment it happened; I felt the bond renew, stronger than ever. And now, here she was. Right before my eyes. My Amerie, my pup, was finally home.

“Our pup is home,” my wolf echoes, his voice thick with emotion. He watches her as intently as I do, his golden eyes following her every move. “Our family is complete.”

“Our family is complete,” I whisper back, feeling the weight of those words settle deep in my chest.

“I want to run with her,” my wolf whines softly, his yearning clear. He misses those days when she and Midriel would ride on his back, their giggles and laughter filling the air as he raced through the forest.

“After dinner,” I promise. “We’ll ask her after dinner.”

My wolf’s tension eases at my words, his tail thumping in approval within my mind. We both continue to watch as Amerie and Midriel collapse onto the grass, their chests heaving, faces turned up to the sky, talking about things only siblings could understand.

A knock sounds on my door, breaking the peaceful spell. It's Gary, my Beta.

“Come in, Gary.”

As he enters, the faint scent of blood follows him, an unwelcome reminder of the work left to be done. “Mal,” he greets his voice heavy with news.

“Any luck?” I ask, my eyes still on my children, unwilling to break this fragile moment of peace.

“No. The block has been in place for years. Every time we get close to breaking it, Kizziah passes out,” Gary replies, his tone resigned.

The damn block. Someone had placed it over Kizziah’s mind, locking away the memory of the woman who had handed my daughter over to him. My jaw tightens.

“And Rakiel?” I ask, feeling the familiar pulse of concern for my mate.

“She went to freshen up,” Gary answers, stepping closer to the window. “Amerie looks a lot like her mother. Beautiful and strong. Her wolf is stronger.”

“Thank you, Gary.”

He gives a small, sad smile. “You don’t have to thank me, Mal. I’m happy for you and Rakiel. Your family is complete, finally,” he says, though there's a note of longing in his voice that I can’t ignore.

I turn slightly, catching his expression. “Problems?”

His smile turns bitter, his arms folding across his chest. “The usual. She insists she wants to come and see her niece.”

I sigh, a heavy weight settling over my shoulders. “I wish you were never mated to her.”

He shrugs, his eyes dull with a familiar resignation. “We don’t get to choose our mates.”

“We don’t,” I agree, my voice softening. “But we can always reject them and choose another.”

Gary chuckles without humor. “You’re right. But enough about me. What do we do if this block isn’t lifted?”

“Then I’ll use my full powers on him,” I say, my gaze hardening as it rested on my children. Amerie and Midriel were pointing at the clouds now, probably inventing stories about the shapes they saw. Innocent, happy.

“It will kill him, Malachai,” Gary warns, his voice low.

“Then so be it,” I reply, my tone cold and final. “He laid his bed, and he will lie in it. I will find out who that woman is and why she wanted my pup dead.”

My resolve in my chest burns like a flame, fierce and unyielding. My family is complete again, and I’d die before I let anyone tear it apart again.